I Just Wanted to Avoid Death - Chapter 56
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In the end, Eldis smiled, the kind of smile that seemed kind, and said:
“It seems you’re exhausted, so let’s stop here for today.”
After finishing everything, Eldis dressed Yeshion in his clothes, which were slightly too big, and gently laid him down on the bed, pulling the blanket over him.
Watching Yeshion breathe evenly as he slept, Eldis quietly exited the room.
He had only done what was necessary.
He had only treated Yeshion.
That’s what Eldis kept telling himself, even as he sat at his desk, gripping a pen.
“Three.”
Three fingers were the limit of what could be inserted into Yeshion’s body.
Eldis had been taught that divine power could be used to make things easier, even when the body was tight and resistant. Yet Yeshion’s body was as if it had never accepted anything from another person before, completely sealed shut.
Eldis found himself staring at his fingers without realizing it.
Perhaps he should have pushed a little harder. He could have gotten a better sense of where Yeshion was most sensitive if he had…
“Hah.”
As the thought crossed his mind, Eldis let out a hollow laugh. Was he really lusting after the person he had just treated?
He shook his head, denying it, but when his gaze drifted downward, he couldn’t ignore what he saw.
His e******n, throbbing and prominent, refused to subside, continuing to radiate heat.
The scent of Yeshion lingered in his breath.
The sight of him, face flushed red, moaning softly, clinging to Eldis.
‘How would he look if he took something thicker? Would it hurt him?’
The memory of every sensation Eldis had experienced during the treatment returned with force—the feeling of probing Yeshion’s mouth, the way his fingers had explored inside that tight, hidden space.
Swallowing dryly, Eldis clenched his fist and slammed it against the desk.
“…This is madness.”
It was, after all, a sacred act of healing.
A holy practice, passed down by the gods.
“O Divine One.”
Eldis clasped his hands in prayer and closed his eyes. Yet even then, all he could see was Yeshion.
It wasn’t a feeling of love.
It wasn’t some soft, endearing emotion.
It was curiosity.
What would it feel like to use real fingers instead of divine power? How soft would that tight entrance become when it gripped his c**k? When Yeshion took something thicker inside, what expression would he make?
How would he cry out?
As these thoughts settled in his mind, Eldis chuckled to himself.
“I’m no different from that beast of a man.”
He had manipulated Yeshion to gain his trust, but now he felt as though he had been caught in his own trap.
He wanted him.
But it wasn’t the same innocent longing that Adelio had for Yeshion.
This was a deeper, darker form of possessiveness.
It was the desire to have something that pretended to stay quietly within his reach but was always trying to slip away.
Gripping his swollen length in his hand, Eldis began to move, his golden eyes gleaming sharply in the dim light.
* * *
Yeshion slowly opened his eyes. In an instant, the events of the previous day flashed through his mind.
He immediately grabbed his head with both hands, groaning in disbelief.
“Am I crazy?!”
If only he couldn’t remember what had happened yesterday…
“Okay, w–w-wait, hold on. Did Yeshion and the Archpriest ever get involved like this in the original story?”
Yeshion quickly tried to recall the plot. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t remember any part of the original where something like this happened.
“There’s no way they’d go into detail about the villain’s interactions like this!”
Frustrated, Yeshion clenched his fists and pounded the blanket. Of course, the bedding in Eldis’s room was much softer, sinking easily with each hit.
“That just makes it more annoying…”
Yeshion sighed, muttering under his breath.
Why had Eldis done such a thing?
If he started from that question, the answer was obvious.
Because he had been sick.
If Eldis’s actions hadn’t been genuine, Yeshion would have stormed off to grab him by the hair.
He would have screamed, punched that elegant face of his, and used the excuse to leave the temple altogether.
But what Eldis had done was clearly outlined in the books as a legitimate healing practice. As insane and bizarre as it seemed, in this world, it was indeed a form of treatment.
“It’s my fault for forgetting that this world is part of a messed-up, R-rated BL novel…”
Yeshion thought, burying his face in the pillow.
The fact that he had felt anything from the formless sensations prodding inside him was mortifying.
The fact that he had come, making embarrassing sounds in Eldis’s hands, was even worse, and hurt his pride.
“To think I… even finished… in his hand at the end…”
The more he thought about it, the more his face burned with embarrassment.
“…I need to run away.”
Yeshion mumbled to himself, hardening his resolve.
Staying in Eldis’s room after all that had happened was out of the question. He needed to get back to his own room, or at least hide out in the prayer room—anywhere he wouldn’t have to face Eldis today.
As soon as Yeshion made up his mind and climbed out of bed, the door opened, and a tall figure entered, carrying a tray of food.
It was Eldis.
